That old April yearning
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Once more is returning
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And I have a longing to wander.
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The leaves may be falling,
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But April is calling
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And the prim roses beckon me yonder.
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For one more walk around the garden
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One more stroll along the shore.
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One more memory I can dream upon
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Until I dream no more.
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For one more time perhaps the dawn will wait
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And one more prayer it's not too late
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To gather one more rose
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Before I say goodbye and close the garden gate.
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That old arch is saying
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It's time to go straying
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When no one but April can find me.
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To try and recover
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The heart of a lover
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That I left lying somewhere behind me.
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Just one more walk along the garden
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One more stroll along the shore.
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One more memory I can dream upon
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Until I dream no more.
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For one more time perhaps the dawn will wait
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And one more prayer it's not too late
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To gather one more rose
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Before I say goodbye and close the garden gate.
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One more rose before I close the garden gate.
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One More Walk Around the Garden
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| Sarah Brightman |
